Stop hurting me

Wire bound years

left me devoid of happiness

my most unnatural state

I felt akin to bonsai 

The very roots of me

strangled

Keeping me a minute smudge on the surface of the planet

where I could have bloomed 

and become the sweetest rose

I soured

stunted

You were an artisan of spiritual binding 

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